Claudio Abbado brought many changes to the Berlin Philharmonic after ascending to the podium after Herbert von Karajan. Beethoven brings out the contrasts with startling realism, as the weltering, homogenized sound of Karajan's orchestra is replaced by Abbado's bright, leaner textures. Frankly, I find myself missing the intensity of Karajan, but the added detail and freedom of expression Abbado discovers keeps me from dismissing it. Even in early Beethoven, though, there could more grandeur and passion than Abbado delivers.
Here the Symphony No. 1 starts out positively, with rather zippy spirits, Abbado clearly favoring a classical coloring. It's athletic, with definite touches of HIP (historically informed performance). We're clearly in the realm of Haydn, but shouldn't Beethoven's revolutionary side be more dominating? The Berliners play without a care in the world, but there's no bite to their timbre, something that was never lacking under Karajan. Niceness is a second cousin to blandness, and after awhile, Abbado starts to sound quite ordinary. At least he's genuinely cheerful; the orchestra is quite impressive, especially the woodwinds. It's hard to have anything but admiration for the Scherzo, which moves with energy and complete dedication from the orchestra--it's the standout for me.